07-02-2017, 01:14 AM
The Sage’s world spiraled, he couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t orient his surroundings. This was bad. He was in a fight to the death, he needed to focus, to move. He could barely distinguish the sand of the arena from its walls. He forced himself to roll onto his side, coughing out ink-laced blood, its taste acrid and metallic. The blacked liquid splattered heavily into the sand, and pain flooded his senses as his disfigured jaw began to force itself back towards normality.
His eyes started to refocus, he could now at least see the dark spot he presumed was the crowled man. His back was to the Sage, watching the beast from farther off. Not worth your time to save a poor girl from a monstrosity, eh? He thought with contempt as he forced one arm under his body and started to struggle back to his feet. His knees were weak and his head spun, one hand unconsciously straying towards his injured shoulder while he focused on his caped enemy. The batman stood ready, clearly not planning to interfere as the red-furred beast-man pounded away at the poor girl trapped against the wall of the arena. He couldn’t even see her past the its furred form.
His head was starting to clear, though he was having trouble planting his stance with any force. Close enough would have to be good enough, he supposed, he stomped his foot once, trying unsuccessfully to shake off the vestiges of his instability, then dashed towards the dark warrior before he could react. Batman whirled around in surprise, one arm raised to block the Sage’s attack.
“Wait!” Batman yelled in surprise, fending off his blows with a few hasty blocks. He was unprepared for the Sage’s assault however, and took several blows before managing to catch the cane with a block from a sickle. The Sage froze mid-sequence, the weapon’s significance dawning on him. Behind his foe, a corded cable zipped out above Harlan’s head. The true Dark Knight gaining altitude as he rose out of Harlan’s reach.
“Aw no, there’s no call for you to go and do that, we were just joshin’ you know!” the feline mobster almost laughed as Batman ascended out of his reach.
“I’ll deal with you later, kitty.” Came the vigilante’s reply, his glider opening into a shape that the Sage could only assume the man was secretly proud of. The Batman soared towards him and the shapeshifted Malon, swooping in like a bird of prey. The Sage quickly burdened one side of the man’s armor, yanking on the arm with enough force that the man’s flight was interrupted.
The warrior was quick to adapt however, and had the momentum he needed to turn his sudden fall into a dive, tackling the duplicate to the Sage’s left. The Sage made to intervene, but pulled back as the reddened form of Harlan moved towards him with a leisurely gait.
“You’ve got a right foul taste to you, gramps. I better not catch anything.” The gentlemen’s mobster moved with a simple confidence, the ease of those to whom power is plentiful. The Sage however, could barely keep his knees firmed as he faced down the vampire. What had the beast done to him?
“It seems a tad impolite not to ask first.” The Sage said, “But I suppose when the urge takes you…” shifting his footing in the sand. In contrast to his ready crouch, Harlan adopted a casual stance. Or at least as much as his current form permitted. The were-pire shrugged, grinning with fanged teeth.
“It was just a quick nip, don’t give yourself too much credit.” The lion-like prime bent in his shoulders, then stepped forward into the Sage’s reach. He was faster and the Sage dropped back while his foe took a few experimental jabs. The Sage baited him, swiping forward, stopping when Harlan moved to grab the cane again. The gangster gave a sort of amused smirk and pressed the attack, taking the Sage’s blows with relative indifference. He rammed a fist into the Sage’s gut. The old man staggered backwards, fire welling up into one hand. A red furred hand clamped down on his forearm.
“Not again, Luv.” The Were-pire chuckled evenly, “I can’t afford any scars in this business.” The Sage could barely even struggle as the inhuman muscles of Harlan raised the aging man up and over his head, slamming his foe into the sand in a very improvised throw. It was a clumsy move, and in his normal state, the Sage would have landed on his feet. As it was, he collided painfully with the ground. A roar of appreciation erupted from the phantom crowd. The Sage lay on his back, struggling to find the will to get back up.
His eyes started to refocus, he could now at least see the dark spot he presumed was the crowled man. His back was to the Sage, watching the beast from farther off. Not worth your time to save a poor girl from a monstrosity, eh? He thought with contempt as he forced one arm under his body and started to struggle back to his feet. His knees were weak and his head spun, one hand unconsciously straying towards his injured shoulder while he focused on his caped enemy. The batman stood ready, clearly not planning to interfere as the red-furred beast-man pounded away at the poor girl trapped against the wall of the arena. He couldn’t even see her past the its furred form.
His head was starting to clear, though he was having trouble planting his stance with any force. Close enough would have to be good enough, he supposed, he stomped his foot once, trying unsuccessfully to shake off the vestiges of his instability, then dashed towards the dark warrior before he could react. Batman whirled around in surprise, one arm raised to block the Sage’s attack.
“Wait!” Batman yelled in surprise, fending off his blows with a few hasty blocks. He was unprepared for the Sage’s assault however, and took several blows before managing to catch the cane with a block from a sickle. The Sage froze mid-sequence, the weapon’s significance dawning on him. Behind his foe, a corded cable zipped out above Harlan’s head. The true Dark Knight gaining altitude as he rose out of Harlan’s reach.
“Aw no, there’s no call for you to go and do that, we were just joshin’ you know!” the feline mobster almost laughed as Batman ascended out of his reach.
“I’ll deal with you later, kitty.” Came the vigilante’s reply, his glider opening into a shape that the Sage could only assume the man was secretly proud of. The Batman soared towards him and the shapeshifted Malon, swooping in like a bird of prey. The Sage quickly burdened one side of the man’s armor, yanking on the arm with enough force that the man’s flight was interrupted.
The warrior was quick to adapt however, and had the momentum he needed to turn his sudden fall into a dive, tackling the duplicate to the Sage’s left. The Sage made to intervene, but pulled back as the reddened form of Harlan moved towards him with a leisurely gait.
“You’ve got a right foul taste to you, gramps. I better not catch anything.” The gentlemen’s mobster moved with a simple confidence, the ease of those to whom power is plentiful. The Sage however, could barely keep his knees firmed as he faced down the vampire. What had the beast done to him?
“It seems a tad impolite not to ask first.” The Sage said, “But I suppose when the urge takes you…” shifting his footing in the sand. In contrast to his ready crouch, Harlan adopted a casual stance. Or at least as much as his current form permitted. The were-pire shrugged, grinning with fanged teeth.
“It was just a quick nip, don’t give yourself too much credit.” The lion-like prime bent in his shoulders, then stepped forward into the Sage’s reach. He was faster and the Sage dropped back while his foe took a few experimental jabs. The Sage baited him, swiping forward, stopping when Harlan moved to grab the cane again. The gangster gave a sort of amused smirk and pressed the attack, taking the Sage’s blows with relative indifference. He rammed a fist into the Sage’s gut. The old man staggered backwards, fire welling up into one hand. A red furred hand clamped down on his forearm.
“Not again, Luv.” The Were-pire chuckled evenly, “I can’t afford any scars in this business.” The Sage could barely even struggle as the inhuman muscles of Harlan raised the aging man up and over his head, slamming his foe into the sand in a very improvised throw. It was a clumsy move, and in his normal state, the Sage would have landed on his feet. As it was, he collided painfully with the ground. A roar of appreciation erupted from the phantom crowd. The Sage lay on his back, struggling to find the will to get back up.
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The Sage spends 1 SP on regen, (3/5 SP remaining)
Sage has been getting repeatedly smashed and bitten, kinda not in the fight anymore.
He spots Malon shifted as batman, (don't really know why she did that though) and attacks, though Harlan's feed means his ATK is weaker.
The Real Bats grappleguns away from harlan's beatdown, and uses the glidercape to close the distance with the shapeshifter.
Sage interferes with Burden Blade, but is quickly distracted by powered up Harlan.
with stats the way they are, Sage more or less can't hurt Harlan, and gets beat up a bunch more.
There's not a lot that my build can do against a 5 ATK and 5 DEF guy, so this fight is quickly becoming more about survival for the Sage. He will defend himself but is unlikely to keep interposing himself between foes like he's been doing.
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